Everything we love is an accident that was written in the stars.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
I don't know if it's because of the depth of Winter (it is deepest now), or somehow, strangely, because this is for Valentines Day, but I walked out into a cold night just now and was surprised to find it was cloudy. I searched for a single star and could not find one. Then I had this thought: What if we had no true night, and the sun was out in the sky at all times, but when the sky grew cloudy and covered the sun, then the world became as dark as night?